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Go cast a spell of fistful rice, outcasted!

Go cast a spell of fistful rice, outcasted!

Hunger and me, a writhing unruly,
a belly, a body
Feels the gluttony, every time, an omnivorous hungry
Like a scarcity of rain turns slowly a character poem
Into an inferno, 
the hunger and the hungry!
Salient a fireball- a parable of hunger and the blister
Burning this body in entirety , entirely
Hand to

Therapy session 4

Therapy session 4
In the profound darkness of a frigid night, I can hear his labored breathing. He appeared to be worn out yesterday. Today, I find myself fatigued by the wounds of love, exhausted by my inability to trust in this concept we call love completely

. Love is meant to be gentle; love is meant

Echoed a sound lasted, I heard, an echoed a sound lasted

My village around the borderland, estranged
Mountain from the other side, rejoiced within gray shaded area to bloom
Echoed the echo of the midnight hymn, darkened a shade, deeper fill in xanthosis, lasted beyond the yonder valley o'er the meadow, fall color blossomed then.

Echoed a sound lasted, I heard, an echoed a sound lasted
Eavesdrop and a try

Self Destruction

Leaders are worshiped, 
Armies are much hailed,
Weapons are much praised,
And innocent creatures are,
Killed in the streets, in the
Homes, while they are working,
While they are sleeping,
The children's heart full of,
Terror, they are told, we are,
Worrier,  we win the war,
But who tell the preacher,
Wars cant not be won, and
No way, they can be win,
Both side loose,

Red-Crested Sampan

Red-Crested Sampan

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Shariful Alam
June 10, 2025
Hudson, New York
United States of America

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If by chance we meet again someday,
If desire brings us close once more,
I’ll breathe deeply again at the foot of the mountain,
Smear your gentle gaze across my soul.
I’ll cross treacherous roads—
carefully, ever so carefully.
On a melancholic evening, I’ll go to Silentville.
That day, I will become the

the horses

the horses

Three horses graze on my land, and one 
 is still a foal.
In the twilight and with gentle rain falling
they remind me of the horses of bygone
days when I steered the plow that made
furrows in dark, clean soil.
When I stroke their flank, the good aroma
of warm horses arises; dreams are endless.
In daylight, they pretend

How to Make Love to a Didgeridoo X

A cello moans through cedar fog,
low notes trembling between her teeth.
Amber bowstrings tighten, vibrating against ribs—
wood groans beneath the weight of sound.

Resin clings to fingertips,
drawn taut over hollow curves.
Each bow stroke sharpens the air,
Splitting migraines into cascading cacophony 

The final note—
held breath, a whispering overtone,
unraveled into stillness.

the other illussion

The  other Illusion

I met a group of people I vaguely thought familiar
after a while it came to me and said, you are
the same people I met 15 years ago, glad laughter
we wondered if you had forgotten us.
I was baffled an old dream had produced a new one
or was there no past it all happens

We all know who this is about

Believe in me,
Because you cannot be
Alone in your thoughts.
A lie might make true what is not!

Be feared, be scared,
Be ware of what I am.
A love, a warm drain,
Along will wash your filthy brain…

And because I am one of you,
I know every one of you.
I know just what to do!
And I know this too:
  

porodeshee megh

  Wandering cloud, turn back to your return voyage, a safe trip home	
   Send these to my reverie soul, one of a nomadic troubadour, vagabond   
  When down pouring rain moisten the topsoil of thy land
  They do shed tears, heartache, with a lonely "room", happening in unknown

Amare tumi Ashesh -Tagoreweb

amare tumi Ashesh

Unending a bliss from you in me , mystic thy muse is such a sweet amen
quenched once, rejuvenated again, life reborn,  endeared , again and again

So many valleys en carved so many river basins, trailing through delta ashore 
My knickknack harp chanted your lungs to breathe beyond embellishment 
so many times a

Vanu Singher podabolee Gahan Kusum Kunja Majhe -Tagoreweb

Bhanu Singher Padaboli
Eight (gahan kusum kunja majhe)

O'er the Eden grief, solitary floral, she. myriad, myrtle
a soft croon of oblivion, the harp of the wind, weaverbird humming thistle
Overcoming the fear, verses as they weave beyond subtle murmur
Soulmate, a windcatcher, come along, fly on, o fly on!
The sky blue innocence a morn and my morning dew
the heart

Why

A virtuous man stands tall, far ahead, 
Preaches mercy, yet calls heretics dead, 
Speaks of hell, if he had seen, 
Prescribes salvation and condemns unclean, 
He sings of heaven till his last breath, 
Then why, priest do you fear that death?

An infidel knows no rules, the trouble begins,
How can a priest keep him from sins?
Does

GenZ

A violent rushing wind crept through my bedroom window, bringing with it the Brooklyn air and the smell of fumes. It's not a good combination at all. When will I ever learn that the young Gen Z is more frustrated than us baby boomers? When we are in bed, they are up all night. When

pre-surgery

pre-surgery

I have growth on my lower leg
which I bravely ignored till my wife
said I was smelling
It offended me, who showers every morning
I went to see my doctor, a woman in her
the sixties, she insisted on kissing me when I visit
as a result, I love her
Yes, it was a tumor  surgery, the ninth of
Dismember
My doctor's

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